Favorite Lines/Verses By Rome Streetz

[KingsOfKings]

Ransom owns the funeral home, but the hearse is mine
The spot I got for you deep in the dirt is fine
Lay you to rest, the shyt that I possess is nothin' you could search or find
One of a kind, they all unrefined so they can't fukk with mine
They hate I'm winnin', never will me and those corny fukks align
Had to adjust my grind, started finessing dirty bucks on chime
Take it slime, you wait forever thinkin' they gon' give
Always knew the game was dirty like a rusty prison shiv
Got it by any means I felt that my options was limited
I popped it off, 'cause you won't prosper being a timid kid
Not having my pops around had an effect on things I did
You ever seen a firearm poppin' around, split a wig?
The body dropped down on the ground, and the shooter in the wind
All you hear is sirens in the town, it's wild where nikkas live
Had to change my way of thinking around when I did it big
What you after, the cash or the crown? Know the differences
The king's crown turn to a guillotine, that's just how shyt is
The love only lasts for so long before they want you hit
Coppin' out the chrome, don't care about your accomplishment
Another rapper dies everyday, it's all heartlessness - Rome Streetz

 

[KingsOfKings]

A pot of gold don't have to compromise my soul
Pies get sold, proceeds is hundreds I fold inside a roll
Socialize a bowl, wise like-minded guys and hoes
Your eyes are closed, blind to the goal
You focused on the wrong shyt, the morgue got a tag designed for your toe
I bought a bag, broke my grimiest foe, stay far away from it
I heard the hatin' hard, I did amazing on my latest shyt

 

[IronFist]

Fly fashion rebels fukkin on your fiancé, livin fast for the funds, did stick-ups with Andre”

The alliteration is dope.

 

[KingsOfKings]

With the right, I shake a millionaire's hand, with the left, I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime, remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tier, now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
bytches wanna hang, bringin' me neck like I got nooses near (Uh)
My shyt is hypnotic, when I spit it, they got stupid stares (Yeah, yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize when the truth appear
They say this shyt a gamblе, you live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door, I shoot the reaper through the peep hole (Blap, blap, blap)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard, don't need no cheat code (Nah)
It's easier to scam than flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C-notes, keep the clean stack separate (Uh-uh)
For the record, I'm wreckin' shyt, natural scrap that's effortless (Yeah)
Made to murder shyt like a .38 Special is, the specialist
I heard your new shyt, I'm less than impressed with it (shyt trash)
All the fools under my shoe, I'm settin' the precedent
They overdose, it's fentanyl in the pills when they pressin' it (Ayo)

 

[Ty-Fife]

A pot of gold don't have to compromise my soul
Pies get sold, proceeds is hundreds I fold inside a roll
Socialize a bowl, wise like-minded guys and hoes
Your eyes are closed, blind to the goal
You focused on the wrong shyt, the morgue got a tag designed for your toe
I bought a bag, broke my grimiest foe, stay far away from it
I heard the hatin' hard, I did amazing on my latest shyt

Paint word pictures peep how I illustrated it
Nobody iller straight facts fukk who on your favorite list
I fire in they faces quick
I Turned nothing to a fist full of Franklins stashed half and then I made it flip
Be with street corner dwellers pack sellers
Counting dirty dough from all the dope smoke inhalers

 

[wizworld]

Slide with fly broads you been square like a floppy disk
your front teeth with drop out ya mouth you try and copy this

My body of work is def/death like a mortician
I told a deaf nygga "boy listen"